Meu Cenário
Flávio José
My Scenario
In the arms of a brunette
I almost die one beautiful day
I still remember my love scenario
A lantern lit
A wardrobe wide open
A crumpled dress under a lipstick
A glass of beer
And a guitar on the wall
And a hammock inviting to swing
In a corner of the bed
A radio at half volume
A smell of love and perfume in the air
On a mat
My shoe stepping on hers
On top of the chair
That beautiful saddle of mine
Next to my old hunter's saddlebag
What a temptation
My brunette kissing me like a bee
And the mischievous moon
Through the little hole in the roof
Photographing my love scenario
On a mat
My shoe stepping on hers
On top of the chair
That beautiful saddle of mine
Next to my old hunter's saddlebag
What a temptation
My brunette kissing me like a bee
And the mischievous moon
Through the little hole in the roof
Photographing my love scenario
In the arms of a brunette
I almost die one beautiful day
I still remember my love scenario
A lantern lit
A wardrobe wide open
A crumpled dress under a lipstick
A glass of beer
And a guitar on the wall
And a hammock inviting to swing
In a corner of the bed
A radio at half volume
A smell of love and perfume in the air
On a mat
My shoe stepping on hers
On top of the chair
That beautiful saddle of mine
Next to my old hunter's saddlebag
What a temptation
My brunette kissing me like a bee
And the mischievous moon
Through the little hole in the roof
Photographing my love scenario
On a mat
My shoe stepping on hers
On top of the chair
That beautiful saddle of mine
Next to my old hunter's saddlebag
What a temptation
My brunette kissing me like a bee
And the mischievous moon
Through the little hole in the roof
Photographing my love scenario
